Baseball Chair

He bounced around for two long baseball games, watching his brother’s team. When the sun started to set, he was running out of steam, so he crawled in his little chair and tucked his feet up and imagined that the ground was covered in raw eggs. I was also not allowed to put my feet on the ground because I “might break the eggs.” Soon he was yelling at the baseball players, “Be careful of the eggs! Don’t break the eggs!”

It was kind of like a game of The-Floor-is-lava except that the ground was covered in pretend eggs that might crack open.

If I did accidentally get caught with my feet on the ground, he came over and cleaned up the broken eggs in no time flat and I was firmly instructed to get my feet up again.

It kept him quite entertained for the last three innings of the last game.